Qixi • My Little Prince

Open Letter to Xiao Yu

Dear Xiao Yu,

They say a fox becomes less alone when a little prince appears. Since you walked into my ordinary day, even the quiet streets remember your laughter.

I want to learn your rhythms: the curve of your smile when you’re brave, the hush when you’re tired, the spark when a dream knocks at your door. If love is a ritual, let mine be simple — to show up, to listen, to hold space for every version of you.

Tonight is Qixi. Above us, a silver bridge stretches across the Milky Way. May our bridge be trust. When life is noisy, may we choose gentleness; when the path is long, may we keep walking, paw and hand, toward a home we build together.

Let’s collect little stars: a breakfast we cook at 7:07, a city we explore hand in hand, a promise whispered at the exact moment the first lantern lifts. And when someday we look back, may we say: we were each other’s safest place.

From your fox, always —
Allen